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The world is not a disc, it is a vinyl. Mountains rise from its grooves, green grassy valleys are upon it. And we are the needle, tracing its surface, playing its music. But what kind of music is it? Is it a symphony of harmony and beauty, or a cacophony of discord and noise? Is it a song of joy and hope, or a lament of sorrow and despair? Is it a melody of love and peace, or a dirge of hate and war?
I wonder, as I wander, what tune I am contributing to this world. Am I a note of grace and kindness, or a screech of anger and cruelty? As it turns out, I am just a piece of bacon wrapped in a pastry. And this is my music.

Images are AI-generated, music is handcrafted from free-range, organic MIDI.

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baconstrudel